Imprisoned

Bound by a wall of creeping sunlight,
Smothering on coffee-thick air,
Deafened by infant screams,
And paid too little to care
About idle threats and complaints
From visitors to our jail,
We await the dreaded day
When our prison’s walls will fail,
With us chained to the ground,
As ceiling and floor collapse,
And our discipline-affliction
Goes into relapse.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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